The Observer

Once upon a time...

...or maybe it was twice. Come to think of it, it was definitely much more often than that.

It was, after all, all about the time. Then again, it was also about the place and the people who were there and the things that happened. So maybe I need to restart.


Once upon a spacetime, I was there. I have been an observer. In many ways I have lead a Gumpian existence. Somehow I adopted the notion that it was important for me to observe and record. If not me, who?

It all started with a vision, although it may have started before the vision and elsewhere. That's the trouble with spacetime. One wherewhen's herenow is another wherewhen's therethen. But for the life of us we keep counting the time. Sometimes it becomes all too apparent that it is a dwindling resource.

But I've kept recording. It is my nature.

The search for sense in this existence is inward. One dives as deeply as one dares. The layers of the onion are carefully unwrapped to display more onion, ever deeper. The fear is that eventually a layer will be removed and reveal The Void. Dare I go that far? Is it possible to observe that?

The search for sense, I've discovered, requires a metaphor...or several.





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Darmok and Jilad at Tanagra 







Robyn at the vigil



Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel 



The task of teaching people to learn how to help others survive is assumed. I am, after all, a teacher.


Shaka, when the walls fell



Failure happens more often than not, but observing and relating and hoping people will learn continues.

We are all in this spacetime together. The only way out is to live through it. The question is, Are we going to contend or cooperate? Shall we survive by working together for the mutual good or fail while insisting on individual benefit? Does the village prosper through collaborate effort or sow the seeds of mutually assured destruction?

Time in an Egg
The Complement of Time       

When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

--Tao te Ching (tr. Strephen Mitchell)

Time is
the collective counting
of humankind

With recognition of time
comes recognition of mortality
To live long
becomes the objective
And while we're all
counting together
maybe we should also
tally our stuff
I guess to
break the tie
when two people
die simultaneously
So greed
is born

Why is life a game?

--Robyn Elaine Serven
--November 28, 2005

All I can do...and all I can ask others to do, is to choose the cooperative path...and mourn when it is not.


Kiteo, his eyes closed   



And meanwhile spacetime changes. And some placeday there will need to be a new observer. Maybe the observer already exists. Maybe there are many. How would I know?

And maybe it is not too late to change this common experience, although I do not know if I have the energy or wisdom to contribute to that anymore.

I have my doubts if I can even manage to give my report...and often am confused about to whom it should be given.

And I am Oh, so very tired...and in search of a spark to rekindle the flame.

The days grow longer again. May they signal the start of a new era in human interaction.


















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A short chapter for today...

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...originally conceived and written in 2007 and modified and updated this morning.

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